I'm sorry, but really, what is English cricket coming to? I don't mean losing Test series - we've always done a fair bit of that. I mean, the England Test captain blubbing like a girl when he announces that he's stepping down. And Michael Vaughan, dammit, is a Yorkshire player. Would Ray Illingworth blub? Would Brian Close blub? Is this what Yorkshire gets for relaxing the birth qualification and letting in Lancastrians?
I suppose we shouldn't be surprised. It's long been apparent that the emotional incontinence of sport at every level has infected cricket too, with those group hugs, passionate embraces, leaping about and whooping and carrying on alarming. The elegant, contained, in a word classy, player is a dying breed - and, if the talk is correct, England's next captain won't be one of them. No one could ever accuse the tattooed, shaven-headed Springbok Kevin Pietersen - gifted player though he is - of being any of those things.
Note for American readers: If none of the above means anything to you, it's possible that in time it will. Cricket is creeping up on you - see this.